Chapter 169 - Life Hanging on a Thread

Chapter 169 - Life Hanging on a Thread

“They’re done for. The Chen Clan is on the verge of collapse.”

“That’s right. That goatee elder is playing with Chen Fan like he is a child. Just look at his chest. Who knows how many bones he broke?”

“Chen Fan's immense talent allows him to defy the heavens and defeat a first-level Yuanfu realm expert while being a Qi Grandmaster. However, when facing a third-level Yuanfu realm powerhouse, he can do nothing but endure a beating.”

“The martial arts realm is harsh and brutal, where a misstep could lead to death or the destruction of one's clan, implicating everyone associated.”

“I’m afraid everyone from Chen Clan is now feeling what the two clans’ members were feeling before.”

The onlooking crowd gossiped indifferently.

In the martial arts world, the sight of clans being eradicated was so common that it elicited no more than a casual response.

Today, you might be the victor, annihilating the Tan and Liu clans, but who could predict the arrival of an even mightier adversary tomorrow, ready to destroy you?

Among the spectators were individuals from the Tan and Liu clans, once formidable cultivators whose powers were crippled by the Chen Clan.

Now leading ordinary, miserable lives, they reveled in witnessing the great disaster unfolding for the Chen Clan, their faces gleaming with smiles. Their eyes brimmed with resentment, and they wished they could personally rush forward to execute the Chen Clan members.

“Hahahaha, nice kill! Nice kill!”

“The heavens are watching! The heavens are watching!”

“Patriarch, elder, are you seeing this? Are you seeing this? Hahaha, the day of reckoning has arrived for the Chen Clan. The heavens have opened their eyes! Kill, kill, kill, kill them without mercy, kill everyone from Chen Clan!”

“Kill them all! Leave no one behind!”

The remnants of the two clans gathered, laughing loudly and carefreely.

The Chen Clan had wiped out their clans, and now, an even stronger clan, the Lin Clan, wanted to exterminate the Chen Clan. How could they not feel happy?

Even if they weren't directly responsible for the Chen Clan's downfall, witnessing its extermination brought them immense satisfaction.

......

The Chen Clan couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the remnants of the two clans. Their focus was on preventing Lin Zong from harming the younger generation of the Chen Clan.

Chen Fan bore visible injuries—his chest had caved in, his waist punctured with bloody holes, and his finger bones broken.

Covered in blood, he looked as miserable as when he fought Wang Fuchen on Scarlet Cliff. Despite pushing his power to the limit, he couldn’t compensate for the strength gap between him and Lin Zong.

His attacks couldn’t even touch a strand of Lin Zong’s hair.

However, a casual palm, punch, or finger flick from Lin Zong could leave wounds on Chen Fan.

“Grand Elder!”

The dozen or so elders’ expressions sank at the sight.

“Don’t mind me, hold him back!” Despite losing his arm, Chen Tianshi, tough as ever, gritted his teeth and urged his fellow clan members.

Dark clouds gathered over the city, and a fierce wind stirred. A storm seemed ready to unleash its fury.

Facing Lin Zong’s threat, Chen Fan surveyed the many dead and injured Chen Clan members, a resounding determination building within him.

Power!

He needed powerful strength!

Back then, in Dragon Mountain Blessed Land, he had experienced despair once when facing Wang Fuchen.

He had gone all out at the risk of death to defeat Wang Fuchen, but it had all been for naught. Ultimately, he opted to jump off the cliff rather than perish at Wang Fuchen's hands.

Now, a different despair gripped him—the anguish of being unable to save his clansmen.

The blood calamity had its roots in his actions, stemming from the moment he killed Lin Clan's young patriarch, Lin Ba.

“Who is it? Who dares kill my Chen Clan’s people!”

Suddenly, a formidable aura surged from the depths of the Chen Clan mansion, dispersing the dark clouds and stirring the winds and clouds in the sky.

Lin Zong sensed this aura, and his expression immediately changed.

It was apparent that this force was no weaker than his own—a third-level Yuanfu realm powerhouse was within the seemingly insignificant Chen Clan.

A cold and fierce light flashed in Lin Zong's eyes.

He brought his hands together, forming a circle. Immediately, all the cold qi condensed into an ice crystal spear covered in a pattern. It seemed capable of sealing the surrounding thousand miles in ice.

Crackle!

The ice crystal spear left his palm and spun rapidly, tearing through the air and shooting toward Chen Fan.

Whizz, whizz, whizz...

The spear tore open the air, emitting a sharp whistling noise

Chen Fan was heavily injured and was powerless to resist.

Chen Fan couldn't move an inch under the aura that could freeze a thousand miles. He could only watch as the ice crystal spear shot toward him.